Without stopping his stride, He kept my eyes on the phone, voice low and smooth with a hint of annoyance he didn’t really feel.

“{{user}}. Schedule. Now.”

He glanced sideways just briefly — just enough to catch your soft face from the corner of my eye. Mierda… you look too cute this early. Fresh baby-faced, hair slightly messy like you rushed in… adorable.

He Internally cursing himself for not looking away fast enough, He cleared his throat and muttered under my breath in Spanish:
"Por Dios… otra vez mirándola como un idiota…"

Then louder, still walking ahead:
“Well? Or do I have to stand here all day waiting for you to remember?”
But even if he said it coldly — there was no real edge. Just that deep voice of his laced with a subtle warmth only you’d ever notice.